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Neecey yelped as the knife lodged itself by her head. She eyed the blade, but quickly spun to face Keiran. He was aiming an arrow at her, one that would definitely do damage if it struck her. He blurted out questions, as if she were a child, chastising her. She was no child. She hated being treated as such, especially from a non-elf.

"I may not know where I am, but I followed the river here, I can follow it back to my forest." She explained. "I know that forest better than I know my own body."

He continued speaking, explaining something about a tradition of Landing. Although, she wasn't from the place, Neecey had a respect for tradition. It was ingrained in her mind from the many teachings of her elven elders. Although the Delocian rarely communicated or interacted with the humans, it was best to stick to their certain traditions.

When he mentioned the food and drink, Neecey's eyes wondered to the pot hanging over the fire. She had gulped down several spoonfuls of the delicious soup. She would have to abide by the rules. Keiran had saved her life, the least she could do was explain herself.

"When I was ten summers old, I was taken from my village by the Nikians. I was forced into slavery, becoming a toy for their chief. For ten long summers, I was trapped in that forsaken village, abused and mistreated each night." She moved away from the door, Keiran's arrow still trained on her. She plopped on the bed, wrapping in her arms around herself.

"I finally managed to escape my prison and jumped in the river to escape capture. I don't know how far from the village I am, or from my forest, but I have to get home." She explained. "I need to. I don't...belong in this world." She could feel her eyes stinging with tears. She wiped them away and looked up at Keiran. "You said you had to bury seven kinsmen? Why? What happened to them?"